Chapter 34
He was going crazy in this dreaded land, the days just seemed to be blurring together now, one right after the other. It was only the thought of his Chosen that had kept him from unleashing all his frustrations and start causing disorder while he was there. Eight weeks and Zeus still didn't lift the enchantment he had placed on him, keen on keeping him in the Norse lands. The War God had done everything he could possibly think to try and get back to Greece so he could return to her. He played nice with the other pantheon, showing up to their stupid little gatherings and attempted to show some interest in their problems. But it was a tedious task to keep up the charade and pretend that he really cared when he didn't. He thought that by now Odin would have been satisfied enough to accept that the Greek pantheon was going to be true to their word and he could go home. But no, the big oaf was still being arrogant on the matter and Zeus was not going to grant him his freedom until his decision was a definite one.
It's not that he was entirely put off by being in the Norse lands, at least his irritating family was nowhere to be seen that was a big plus. Sure, he could have gone for a little more excitement in this cold and monotonous place, but Greece held something that the Norse lands were lacking. He felt like there was something vital missing and that something was slowly eating at him as the days went on, some apparently insignificant but at the same time existential detail that he couldn't quite put his finger on.- as if something had been misplaced and the longer he stayed there the more the feeling grew and the absence of it was driving him insane since he couldn't figure out what it was. This land had its own warriors and battles and he even stood and witnessed a few of them throughout his stay there. But each and every one of them was lacking luster in the fight, the warriors fought gallantly and some have been very bloody but they never held his interest for too long and he would just end up back at his quarters trying to fathom what it was that was missing.
He sighed deeply to himself and rested his head against his throne while staring up at the ceiling, giving up for the time being on trying to grasp what was gnawing at him. He had been gone for far too long, his generals were making poor decisions in his absence and they had lost crucial ground that they once had. He opened up a portal and started to check in on his generals to see if they had made- by Gods know what blessing from the Fates- any progress that day. He was immediately displeased at what he was seeing, his men were losing a critical battle that he had carefully set in motion weeks ago. How could they have messed this one up? It was simple, all they had to do was stick to the plan and when the enemy army split their ranks into three, like he knew they were going to, all they had to do was pick off the flanks. Surprisingly, they somehow managed to go up against the entire army at once, which greatly outnumbered his own soldiers five to one, and currently they were being slaughtered like sheep…
"Damn it!" Ares brought his fist down on the arm rest of his ebony throne and the force of the collision formed a crack in it that went all the way down to the floor.
Unsatisfied with the way things were going, he decided to change the image in the portal and check up on something that he knew was not going to disappoint him. A raging battle soon came into view and there stood his Chosen warrior, slashing her way through an opposing army. A pleased smile formed on his face as she barked out her orders to her soldiers and they carried out her plans effortlessly. How he wished he could have been at his temple the day she came to him! The memory of her still made him tremble with pleasure….she looked absolutely stunning in that outfit that she wore. Having to watch Xena crawl her way under his sheets and sleep in his bed and not being able to join her there was pure torture. He wanted to feel her silky skin again so badly that it hurt. But no…instead of being there by her side, he had to settle to staring at her through this blasted portal as she went into battle.
The Warrior Princess in turn was right in the thick of the fight, he noticed that she had stopped leaving her flank open. Good, that meant that she didn't just correct herself the one time, she had stuck to what he had told her…She was a fast learner and that made him proud.There was still so much that he wanted to do with her, so many things to show her and he grew a little angry at being denied the chance to claim her. Knowing that there was nothing he could do to change his current situation he settled himself more into his throne and just watched his Chosen at work.
Xena had been toying with two warriors as she fought against them. She was having fun with them as they tried- rather unsuccessfully- to catch her off guard. Their movements were sloppy and it was easy for her to anticipate what their next move was going to be before they made it. Each one would take a turn attacking her and she would spar with the one for a few moments and then they would trip up and their comrade would step in to ward off her assault. Neither one really presented much of a challenge to her and she was starting to grow bored with the duo. To her surprise, they decided to change their tactic and rushed her at the same time but their approach did not deter her. She simply flashed them a cunning smile and launched her defense against them. She met the first sword of one of them and quickly blocked his blow and while their swords were locked together she brought her leg up and kicked the other approaching warrior in the midsection as he raised his sword to strike her, sending him stumbling backwards. She then swiftly refocused on the one in front of her and started to slash her blade at him. After a few quick jabs she kicked at the sword in his hand and sent it flying in the air. It flew from his grasp and landed a few feet away from them.
In the meantime, his comrade had rejoined the fight at that point and initiated a fight against her. He attempted to push her back, but Xena held her ground against him and met him blow for blow as he swung his sword at her. She swiped her blade at his midsection and he jumped back from the attack. Eyeing the abandoned sword that laid a few feet away from her, she slashed viciously at her opponent and with a quick blow to his leg, that sent him staggering for a moment, she rolled away from him and picked up the new sword. She turned back around as he brought his sword down to deliver a lethal blow and she brought both swords up and blocked his assault against her. He attempted to try and use brute force against her and started to push down on their locked swords.
Right when he thought he was succeeding in his effort though, she gave him a devious grin and started to push back against him and began to rise to her feet. The one she had disarmed of his weapon had seen her getting the upper hand on his comrade and he pulled a dagger from his waist band and rushed her.
For a brief moment, Xena cast a glance at the soldier that was running towards her with the dagger in his hand. It all happened within the blink of an eye…She brutally shoved the soldier in front of her back, moving slightly to her left to avoid the blow that was obviously about to follow, but, not being quick enough, the dagger made contact with her right side and sliced opened her skin. She groaned out in pain as the blade tore at her flesh and the soldier moved to strike another deadly blow to the Chosen of War. Grunting through the pain she quickly warded off the next hit and managed to push the man back a little from herself, then dropped the sword in her left hand and placed it over her wound.
The War God had seen the attack coming and the satisfied smile that was beaming on his face fell as rapidly as it appeared, aware that she was not going to get out of the way in time. A ferocious growl could be heard echoing off of the walls of the room he occupied once that blade had made contact with her body and he saw the pain that had etched across her face.
She had moved back from her attacker and he could see the crimson trail of blood that seeped through the gaps between her fingers as she applied pressure to it and the red liquid streaming to the ground as it fell from her fingers. He felt an overwhelming sense of anger rise within him at the sight of it and his breathing became more ragged with his rage as he turned his focus to the mortal who had dared strike his Chosen. This was not happening and he would be damned if he was going to lose her now, he was not going to let that happen. His mind quickly started to go through ways that he could keep her alive. Much to his surprise though, Xena immediately launched an attack against the warrior and she hastily knocked the dagger from his hand and thrust her sword into his gut. She didn't waste any time with second thoughts with him and removed her blade from his body and turned to the one she had been fighting before they were interrupted. That blow against her had arisen an unprecedented rage inside of her and she ferociously attacked her enemy. A few swipes with her sword later, she managed to knock him off balance and he fell to the ground. She wasted no time as she stood over him and brought her sword down forcefully, slicing her way straight through his chest. The War God scoffed at himself for not taking into account that she was not just any warrior but his warrior and she could take care of herself.
Ares watched her as she grimaced from the sudden movement of pulling her blade out of the dead enemy. She brought her hand back up to her wound and touched at it for a moment, then she tore at the fabric of her battle leathers to inspect her gash more closely and he got a clear view of it. As she pressed her fingers against it, wincing a little from the sting, he could see that it was not that deep of a cut and he relaxed a little. It was more of a flesh wound but it still bled heavily. It would heal quickly though and it was not going to impair her for the rest of the battle. That didn't mean that he was ok with the thought though and he was still a little edgy at having seen her blood being drawn.
A few moments later, the once sole occupied room was filled with another presence as Freya, the Norse Goddess of Love and Fertility, made an appearance. She had been eyeing the Greek God of War for the past several days. His dangerous persona just excited her and she had been looking for a way to get the War God alone. She had seen him roaming around a few times and before she had the chance to lure him into her clutches he would disappear. She didn't like this dark look he had going in the quarters he was staying in and she would have much rather preferred to draw him in to her own quarters but she had found it nearly impossible to get him alone. So, if she had to suffer the dark and brooding atmosphere that he liked to lurk in then she would do it so she could fulfill her need with him.
The Goddess had chosen to wear next to nothing, thinking that it was not going to take much to capture his attention, and the article of clothing that did cover her was very little. The blue fabric that glided across her body was barely covering her ample breasts and it flowed down into a skirt that stopped just at the top of her ass. Confident that there was no way he was going to resist her, and that now she was going to be able to get ravished by him, she strutted across the room to where the War God was sitting and stood right in front of him.
A bit taken aback by the fact that there was someone else in the room with him, the War God focused his attention on her for a moment. He let his eyes roam over the Goddess for a second, taking in the skimpy outfit that she was wearing and how it left little to the imagination. As tempting as she was, she was standing in his way and he turned his attention to seeking out the portal she was now blocking and the view of his Chosen. He leaned to the right in his throne to look around the Goddess so he could find his view of Xena again.
Needless to say, Freya was completely in shock. She was certain that he would have taken one look at her and would have instantly began devouring her. No one had ever given her the cold shoulder before and she turned around to see just what it was that had managed to capture his attention more than she had at the moment. The Goddess came to stare at this disgustingly looking mortal woman who was covered in filth. The next thing she knew, the War God had reached out and placed his hand on her hip, and just when she thought that finally he had awakened from his stupor and realized the prize that he had right in front of him, he pushed her out of the way of his view of the ghastly looking woman and she tripped over herself while trying not to fall to the floor.
"Magnificent." Ares whispered out lowly to himself as he watched the glorious form of Xena. The blood covering her body, the hint of the battle lust that was still in her eyes now that the fight was over, causing them to seem even more alluring then they usually were, the whole package enchanted him beyond measure. He longed to have her and he licked his lips at the sight of her as he greedily roamed his eyes over her succulent body. His brow creased a little when his gaze landed on the gash that now went across her waist and how it was still bleeding. He grunted lowly as he looked at it, that mortal was lucky that he was already dead.
The Goddess was in a state of astonishment. She couldn't believe that he found that sordid creature more appealing then herself. She was ugly, practically covered in dirt and who knows when she had last taken a decent bath. She was just a little filthy whore and Freya couldn't get herself to understand why did the War God prefer to look at that foul thing rather than at the breathtaking woman he had right in front of himself. Well, she was going to change his mind and make him realize that the only one he needed to be looking at was herself. The mortal slut in the portal was nothing compared to a Goddess and she was not going to be up staged her.
With confident steps, she made her way up to the War God and pushed him back roughly in his throne and climbed into his lap. He seemed to have been unfazed by her actions and he still attempted to seek out the whore. Desperate circumstances called for desperate measures. Thus, the Goddess decided to take it up a notch and she started to grind herself slowly against his crotch and then grabbed his right hand and placed it against her breast. That seemed to have finally gotten the War God's attention and she sighed out as he squeezed her breast and moved his left hand up under her scantily dress to her hip, setting the pace for her erotic movements against him. She smiled victoriously down at him and then leaned in and captured his lips with her own.
Seemingly entranced with her, Ares had slipped his hand inside the fabric of her dress and began to run his thumb over her nipple and she moaned into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. She started to feel him trace his hand to her center and she grinned big against his mouth. This was going to be a romp to remember and she couldn't wait to feel him thrusting his cock inside of her. With that thought in mind, she started to kiss her way to his ear.
"Now that I've gotten your attention off of that mortal whore, the fun can really begin." she sexily whispered while breathing heavy against the War Gods ear the moment she felt his fingers touch her hot center and she reclaimed his mouth again. But much to her dissatisfaction, he didn't move an inch from where his hand had made contact and she tried to coerce him into doing just what she wanted by moaning wantonly into his mouth and by rubbing her clit against his hand. When she noticed that the technique didn't work, she moved her hand down to the bulge in his pants and started to move her hand over it, rushing to untie his pants so she could impale herself on him.
Instead, with a moan of disapproval coming from the Goddess on top of him, the War God began to roam his hand back up her body, stopping her from working to free his godhood as he took her hand with his and making sure to avoid every spot that she wanted him to so desperately touch. He snaked his hand into her golden curls and wrapped it around his hand once as she continued to plunder his mouth. Then he viciously pulled her by the hair backwards and she immediately yelled out in pain and reached up as she tried to unlock his vice grip on her. His fingers began to dig brutally into her hip and she could see the anger that was shining in his eyes. Why was he mad at her, what did she do wrong?
"The only slut I see here is you and my Chosen does not fall into that category." he growled while tightening his grip in the Goddess' hair and he even took pleasure in the whimper of pain she released.
"That filthy slut is your Chosen? You've got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed, not fully believing what he had just said. How could that bitch be his Chosen? She didn't take into account that her words were going to enrage the War God more and she cried out once his put a bit more force into that grip.
Not liking that she had yet again insulted his Xena, he shoved her violently off of himself and she fell flat to the floor. The already too short dress she was wearing rode up, revealing her most intimate parts, and she swiftly attempted to cover herself.
"Don't act modest now." Ares hissed out as she tried to get her clothes back in order. He reached down and tore the flimsy dress from her body and she laid there naked before him. She promptly tried to cover herself with her hands and the War God reached down and grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off of the ground and then slammed her back into a nearby pillar. She tried to break free from his grasp but his grip was strong. He let his eyes roam over her nude form and then brought them back up to her face.
"This is what you are, nothing more than a used up whore and not worth my time." he told her coldly and then tossed her to the side.
She had landed in a heap on the floor and skidded across the rough surface from his vicious throw. The Goddess realized that this had been a huge mistake and not wanting to infuriate him any more, she quickly vanished from the room.
Ares sat back down on his throne and clenched his fists as he tried to suppress his anger. The little bitch deserved a lot worse for having dared talked about his Chosen in such a rude manner. At the mere memory of Xena, all thoughts of his bothersome guest left him though and he picked his head up and looked into the portal to see what she was doing.
She was in the medical tent, tending to her wound. She winced from the sting as she placed some poultice on it and once again, he couldn't help wanting desperately to be there, to take away the pain. Sadly, that dreaded enchantment was keeping him put. It was a minor wound but it was a little too close for the War God's comfort and had he been able to properly train her then it wouldn't have happened. If something fatal were to occur to her while he was stuck in this Gods damn land then he was going to kill Zeus.
He had finally found the one and the King of the Gods was the only thing that was standing in his way from the two of them joining together and if she died before he had the chance then the War God was going to rip him apart. Enchantment or not, Zeus was not going to be able to hide from him if Xena were to leave the mortal realm.